Timeless

While waiting for bad times to pass
An observation from the past
Has prompted me to alter plans
For time waits not for any man.

I Think, Therefore I am In Trouble

As nature rages, they thumb through the pages
For a prophecy written in stone
But nature engages, as she has through the ages
In unforeseen rants of her own.

It comforts the soul, and enforces their goal
To portray it as something divine
As the century grows old, the truth will unfold
And me thinks in the end we will find

The destruction of us will be not by command
But the result of our own misguided hand.

May Your Days be Merry and Bright…

 

Wishing everyone out there a joyful Christmas and health and happiness in the New Year!

Taking Chances

The bumble bee sits in my hand
And look, he does not quiver
While sweet Olivia’s childish look
As though an animated book
Approaches a curious shiver.

But Grammy, if he stings me now
Won’t that really, really hurt me?
And make me really, really mad
(Her face is growing long and sad)
At every single humble bumble bee?

It’s hard to say, my little one
You’ll know when you are ready
Until that time, back up and wait
With trusting eyes and spaghetti gait
She moves back, slow and steady.

You see, my precious, bumble bees,
Not built for fright or flight,
Are here to bring us wonder and astound
And had they never taken on that daring chance at flight
They surely would have never left the ground.

I know one day with daring heart
In a scary grown-up land
You’ll feel the need to take that chance
And allow some bumble bee to dance
In the palm of your trusting hand.

The chances you take are included in life’s great plan.

Ya Gotta Love Em!

The rewards of having grandchildren are beyond counting. Just yesterday, I spent the morning with my six (“almost seven, Grammy”) granddaughter who never ceases to amaze me.

The day started out great. I went into town and picked her up at 7:30 am and we headed for the country where an all-to-quiet nature awaited the arrival of a little screaming voice. The trip itself was consumed by conversation of what she wants for her ‘almost seven’ birthday present. Even as I was strapping her securely into her car seat she was giving me subtle hints like “I want one of those things that comes with a thing and you make things with it …I want one of those for sure Grammy” and, “Did you know they have this sorta pink stuff that’s kinda like sand when you start but then you put water on it and it like dries and turns hard or something… I want one of those too.” pause… “And don’t forget about that doll that I told you about before… oh, I almost forgot, they have this really cool swimming pool for dolls and I want that too.” Finally, she’s strapped in and we went on our way!

Halfway through the ride we came to a mutual agreement that when we got to Grammy’s house we would make a list. Wow! My head was spinning trying to remember phrases like pink goopy stuff and kinda sorta sandy!

As the day progressed, we forgot about the list. We had more important things to do on Grammy Day. It had been a while since we’d spent quality time together. I pushed her on the swing in the back yard where she pleaded to play Kick the Grammy (a game from her not so forceful youth that I was hoping she’d forgotten ), we picked black raspberries (I picked, she stood with her hand out) and we strolled through Grammy’s woods where she told me “Grampa should get out here and mow this grass.”

As a grand finale she tied the door to my office shut when I went in to check my email. When she was finished, she innocently sat outside and asked “Grammy, can you come out here for a minute?” Getting out was no easy task. She had tied her jump-rope to the door knob, wrapped it around a nearby shelf and securely knotted it. I was impressed among other emotions with her knotting skills but thank God she doesn’t yet understand the meaning of a taut rope! I had just enough play in it to get my hand through the opening and get myself out.

Today I can’t help but laugh at her antics. (Except for the one where she put the broom across the living room doorway and then yelled for me to come quick!)

Like I said… Ya Gotta Love Em! And yes, I do.

Cold Type

The frosty air has killed the autumn bloom
The trees are bare, leaves’ usefulness expired

A chill that can be felt within the room
has found my heart and left me uninspired.

Fasting

Sunshine pours
though open shades
enticing joyful promenades
as to a fro
we hurriedly go
before the season fades.

My Treat…I Insist

Beware the night
of fear and fun
when all us ghosts
and demons come
to haunt and hunt
with ghastly goals
and prey on
unsuspecting souls.
And if you fail
my meek demands
your soul’s forever
in my hands
whose tricks do not
include defeat
and you my sweet
shall be my treat.

Tapestry

There’s something in your morning smile
That gets me through each day
Something in your loving touch
That helps me find my way

There’s nothing in God’s universe
Of which I am so sure
Nothing else I know of
That I could treasure more

There’s everything we’ve hoped for
All that we believe
Everything we dream of
In this tapestry we weave
Note:  41 years of marriage today… in a row!

Sparky

I can’t possess the moment of the breeze
Or capture smells from flowers growing wild
I can’t abolish needless tragedies
Or dry the painful tears of every child
I don’t recall a time I did not long
To save the world and rescue every heart
I don’t think small but I have been so wrong
To think that I could carry out that part
I won’t give up although it seems in vain
My mission to find passion in this world
My powers to rekindle dwindling flames
Are limited but still will not be hurled
I cannot let my love or life expire
As long as there’s a spark I tend the fire.